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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Chapter 42
  44. Chapter 43
  45. Chapter 44
  46. Chapter 45
  47. Chapter 46
  48. Chapter 47
  49. Chapter 48
  50. Chapter 49
  51. Chapter 50
  52. Chapter 51
  53. Chapter 52
  54. Chapter 53
  55. Chapter 54
  56. Chapter 55
  57. Chapter 56
  58. Chapter 57
  59. Chapter 58
  60. Chapter 59
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Acknowledgements
  63. Canelo Crime
  64. About the Author
  65. Also by Rachel Lynch

Kelly had felt off colour for some time now, and was trying to shake a virus, picked up no doubt after the stress of the corruption inquiry. Her fears that she’d be shut off from the investigation were unfounded. She’d been regularly updated once her team had been indisputably cleared. USBs recovered from Ormond’s property revealed that remnants of Tombday’s wealth still languished in the Isle of Man, and he had been siphoning off chunks of it. Video footage had also been seized recording boys being abused by men associated with the racket. Identification would likely never be made, given that the material appeared to be twenty years old. Despite a thorough investigation into Ormond’s murder, the case remained unsolved, to the desperate anguish of his family.

Sharon walked around with a bottle of sherry and topped up glasses, humming Christmas songs to herself and blowing the odd party trumpet, popped out of crackers bought at the market in Penrith. Occasionally she’d sneak up behind whoever held the baby and peer around, surprising him with a silly face.

Kelly went back into the kitchen with Ted and counted out the cutlery. Johnny was showing Jackson how to make lump-free gravy: a speciality of his, and a skill that would come in handy when the new Hub opened in early Spring.

The Ella Watson and Keira Bradley Foundation was to launch on the site of the old barricade on the Beacon Estate, and would welcome the whole community. It had received funding to offer educational and vocational courses, and would have a permanent member of staff giving advice on social and financial matters; but most importantly of all, it would be somewhere for people to go who felt disconnected from their community. The launch would celebrate the knife amnesty organised by Jackson, which had yielded one hundred and twenty-three weapons in a week. Hot and cold food would be available, as well as sports and games. The foundation would be run by Sharon Bradley and Jackson Akers, with Thomas Watson in charge of the finances.

Thomas’s two hundred thousand pounds was funding the building, but he was also paying for a brand-new music suite with a recording studio after finding out about Jackson’s talent. Until it was ready, Thomas had arranged for Jackson to record his music in a suite in Kendal, and his first track was available on YouTube and currently climbing the charts. His artist name was Gunz. KSI’s agent had expressed an interest in working with him. The Hub was to be officially opened by two Coronation Street stars.

Kelly glanced around her home and noticed that Jordan had gone out onto the terrace. She slipped out to join him. The food was almost ready.

‘Hey. You OK?’ she asked.

He nodded. ‘I’m just thinking about Mum.’ He was staring at the hills.

‘She liked to run up there?’